Were a knife at your throat
let the blade slice me instead
if a whip raised to your back
allow me to receive the lashing
if a bullet to pierce your heart
let mine be the heart stopped
for your pain is my pain
and I would rather take the final blow
than ever see you down on your knees
beaten by the ferocity of the world
but if a smile you would have
can I be the one to cause it
your laughter singing
I wish to dance to this
and the dreams you hold
may I help weave them
just to never see you cry
to feel that you are alive